Poetry in motion

I was witness to poetry in motion
amidst all the world’s chaos and humdrum
As the sun lazily rose from its eastern bowers
this bare backed man presented quite a picture
He gracefully lowered his oar with a soft swish
moving slowly looking for fish
Rowed his makeshift boat on scooter tyres
the lone kayaker on lake waters.
for Backwards poem contest by Matt Caliri